1. You have already told us about yourself in the Common Application, with its list of activities, Short Answer, and Personal Essay. In this required second essay, tell us something that you would like us to know about you that we might not get from the rest of your application - or something that you would like a chance to say more about. Please limit your essay to fewer than 500 words
I stepped down next to Mr. Roboto and took a deep breath. I was 976 miles away from home; it was the last qualifying round of the FIRST International Robotics Championship, and we were one of six teams on the field. I closed me eyes. Faces of my coach, my mentors, and my teammates, all popped into my head. I smiled remembering the joy on their faces when we all realized we qualified for championships. Suddenly I was pulled back to reality. I began circling our robot, running though a mental checklist, like I've done so many times before. Powered? Check. Pressure gages? Check. Communication? Check. I looked up and threw a thumbs up to my driver, knowing fully well that it was last time I would do so for this season. He responded with a smile and a reassuring nod as always. I ran off the field to the driver stations. Suddenly the buzzer sounded. I along with the other two members of my team stepped up to the controls. I was hearing sounds from everywhere. From the stands, from the players on the field, even from my own mouth, shouting directions to my teammates. "The Red One!" I yelled over the noise, and suddenly I saw Mr. Roboto weaving in and out on the field, going to the grab the bright red uber tube. I watched the robotic we spent 6 weeks working on turn around and without a flaw place the tube on the highest rod, and without even looking I knew that my two teammates standing next to me had the same proud smile plastered on their face as I did.
We lost that round. We didn't even make it to semifinals. But I didn't care. Truth was that we tried our very best that season and it paid off. That trip to St. Louis wasn't about being the first team from our school to compete at an International level. It wasn't about missing out on school and homework. It wasn't even about watching the Black Eyed Peas and Willow Smith Live. No, not even close. To me that trip to St. Louis was about the experience. It was about change. The change that I saw my team go through in the moment of need, the change that I saw my self go through in the mists of loss, and the change that my experiences instilled in me. During that trip, I established my interests in linguistics and culture by communicating with people from countries. I strengthen my affinity for science by talking to people from NASA and Lockheed Martin. I learned that I hated the song "Whip my hair", couldn't stand the smell of Thai food, and hated sleeping next to the window. My trip to St. Louis gave me a glimpse of the real world. It gave me the freedom to explore my surroundings without the cloak of protection and comfort of my parents, my home, and my school, and I loved it.
I stepped down next to Mr. Roboto and took a deep breath. I was 976 miles away from home; it was the last qualifying round of the FIRST International Robotics Championship, and we were one of six teams on the field. I closed me eyes. Faces of my coach, my mentors, and my teammates, all popped into my head. I smiled remembering the joy on their faces when we all realized we qualified for championships. Suddenly I was pulled back to reality. I began circling our robot, running though a mental checklist, like I've done so many times before. Powered? Check. Pressure gages? Check. Communication? Check. I looked up and threw a thumbs up to my driver, knowing fully well that it was last time I would do so for this season. He responded with a smile and a reassuring nod as always. I ran off the field to the driver stations. Suddenly the buzzer sounded. I along with the other two members of my team stepped up to the controls. I was hearing sounds from everywhere. From the stands, from the players on the field, even from my own mouth, shouting directions to my teammates. "The Red One!" I yelled over the noise, and suddenly I saw Mr. Roboto weaving in and out on the field, going to the grab the bright red uber tube. I watched the robotic we spent 6 weeks working on turn around and without a flaw place the tube on the highest rod, and without even looking I knew that my two teammates standing next to me had the same proud smile plastered on their face as I did.
We lost that round. We didn't even make it to semifinals. But I didn't care. Truth was that we tried our very best that season and it paid off. That trip to St. Louis wasn't about being the first team from our school to compete at an International level. It wasn't about missing out on school and homework. It wasn't even about watching the Black Eyed Peas and Willow Smith Live. No, not even close. To me that trip to St. Louis was about the experience. It was about change. The change that I saw my team go through in the moment of need, the change that I saw my self go through in the mists of loss, and the change that my experiences instilled in me. During that trip, I established my interests in linguistics and culture by communicating with people from countries. I strengthen my affinity for science by talking to people from NASA and Lockheed Martin. I learned that I hated the song "Whip my hair", couldn't stand the smell of Thai food, and hated sleeping next to the window. My trip to St. Louis gave me a glimpse of the real world. It gave me the freedom to explore my surroundings without the cloak of protection and comfort of my parents, my home, and my school, and I loved it.